Or maybe pale grey, silver grey, or dove grey. I'm knitting a grey hot water bottle cover, and it grew and grew yesterday at Persephone Books where I sat amidst the piles of light grey books and knitted and chatted and met many lovely people. Thank you to everyone who came and said hello and bought books.
I can't go to bed in winter without a hot water bottle; every night as I read in bed my nose freezes but my feet are beautifully warm. I've just re-read Greenery Street which is ideal reading-in-bed material. It's a truly delightful book, a little arch at times perhaps, but charming and very London-specific. Once I'd looked up Walpole Street on a map (Greenery Street in the novel, and where Denis Mackail lived at no 23 when first married), and seen photos of the street, it was so easy to picture Felicity's comings and goings in London (some of my favourite scenes are set in Andrew Brown's aka Peter Jones of Sloane Square). I'm now choosing my next bed and hot water bottle read; I tried Anderby Wold by Winifred Holtby but have decided this is a daytime book. It has the most brilliant opening chapter - quite astonishingly good - but the rest often feels laboured and campaigning, and at times resembles a tract. (A shame because WH was a tremendous force for good, but the politics don't mesh well with the human story in the novel.)
So, what to read next in bed? I'll decide when I'm boiling the kettle tonight.
